Here you come, looking down
At the snowflakes in your palms,
You know they have little time
And there’s no point in cooling ice,
Well, you know that’s the price,
And you know there’s no prize,
Did you know?
Surprise!
Oh darling, can’t you see that?
If it didn’t get you where you thought you would arrive,
And if it didn’t work although you tried and tried and tried,
What would you cry?
Would you cry?
Would you cry ‘agh’?
What would you cry?
Would you cry?
Would you cry ‘agh’?
This is the day that brings the happiness,
This is the week that’s full of happy days,
This year is only months and weeks and days
That make your life a happy holiday.
He wakes at night,
When everything he wants is you!
And the only light
That he can stand is freaking blue,
And when the blinds are rustled down,
He really feels alright,
So let me tell you about the sick vampire.